This took me a while to write, I wanted to make it intense. Also, there are many feels.

He lunged at me, but I stepped out of the way. The teachers had just run away, none of them wanted to see how this ended. He stumbled, but didn't fall. I wondered if he really had gotten stronger. "You won't beat me, just give in now." He growled. Tears still flowed, I don't want to kill or hurt anyone. "Please, don't fight me. I don't want to hurt you." I said, sniffling. "I want to hurt you!" That was the last straw. I pressed forward onto him. He hadn't been expecting my strength, his face faltering for only a moment, before a look of further determination was restored. I was still pushing at him. Maybe I shouldn't have come today, maybe he wouldn't have turned that way. I can't change that now. We backed up  and started swinging, glowing colors of red and blue flashing through the air. Maybe he had gotten stronger with the Sith powers he had, but I could beat him, probably. My only issue was that he was my friend, didn't ever want to hurt anyone, let alone one someone I cared for. I had to, for my safety, and for everyone in the schools safety, right? Or was I overthinking this, I mean, he could still be good! No, focus. This is important, I need to do something, but killing isn't the answer. "I won't kill you." I said, more calmly than I expected. "Then you will die instead, your life for mine, I get the better end of that deal." He said the ending sarcastically. He knows that I hate when people mess around and miss-use words. I couldn't get angry, that is the path to the Dark Side. Only be patient. "Do you really want me to kill you?" I asked, really pondering the question. Why would he fight to the death with someone who had beaten him at least 20 times before, in class. "If it means you prove your power." He said, I swear he almost crying. Was this a breakdown, I could help him! No, no, no, focus, he needs to fight me, I need to fight him. Swinging stopped, and it began to be a match of sword against sword, clashing. I knew it had been coming, but he could have talked to me. Ugh, why does he have to be so self relying sometimes? He could just lean on me, I'm his friend, or was. As I pressed against him, I could feel that he was getting weaker, but not without me getting weaker as well, that was always his downfall, he just didn't have enough stamina. I could go on for maybe a 30 minute battle, if it was with someone not as strong as me. But he was about my size, about my strength, and my strength was slowly fading. Then, he just couldn't hold on anymore. I pushed his lightsaber over, and out of the way. "Wait!" He shouted. "What is it?" I asked, out of breath. "Join me." He said. "You'll be more powerful than ever before." He added. "Never." Then, crying my eyes out, stabbed Duke right through the heart.